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// [2P C] A Spill Too Far 
// Story: A Collection Of Geodesic One-Shots 
// by GeodesicDragon 
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STORY #13


A Spill Too Far


You wake up feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. Eager to start the day you decide to get up and begin your morning ritual. After having a shower and a shave, you head downstairs to your kitchen to make the best breakfast known to ponykind.

Pancakes.

With a lick of your lips in anticipation of the fluffy goodness to come you start gathering the ingredients. Flour, milk and eggs.

That's when it hits you. You have none of these things because your lazy flank hasn't been shopping yet. Your stomach growls, probably out of anger more than hunger, and you look around in panic for something else.

Again, you haven't been shopping. So there's nothing but cereal and milk which has probably turned to cheese.

There's nothing else for it, you're going to have to go to Sugarcube Corner and get your pancakes there. Nothing else will suffice.

Grabbing your bits you leave the house and rush into town, deftly leaping over stunned (and at often times angry) townsponies and their market stalls in your mad dash for sustenance.

You enter the bakery with a flourish, if landing face-first on the floor counts as such, and join the small queue. At the counter is Pinkie Pie, serving the customers with her usual bubbly charm.

Her blistering speed means you're not waiting in line for long, and soon you are at the front.

"Hi there!" Pinkie chirps. "What can I get you today?"

"Pancakes." You reply as your stomach churns. "And quick!"

"Okie-dokie-loki!" Pinkie replies. "One order of pancakes, coming right up! Take a seat, and I'll be with you in a jiffy!"

You put some bits down on the counter and head over to the table, which is covered with a large tablecloth patterned with flowers. You run a forehoof along it nonchalantly, getting a feel for the fabric. Whoever made this thing certainly knows what they're doing.

You're so caught up in your own little world you fail to notice Pinkie Pie arriving with your pancakes – and by 'arrive', she actually materialises out of thin air in the chair next to you.

"Here you go!" She squeals. "Your pancakes are done!"

You gasp in shock at the sudden voice in your ear and leap into the air like a cat. Pinkie watches you rise with a comically large grin on her face — a grin which fades into a frown as you fall on the table, upending the plate of pancakes and splattering them all over her face. You chuckle sheepishly and pass her a napkin.

"Sorry." You mutter. "I wasn't expecting you to suddenly appear like that. You scared the heck out of me."

"How dare you?" Pinkie says flatly.

"It was an accident!" You reply defensively. "I didn't mean to land on the table like that. Don't worry, the syrup will wash out."

"I don't care about that." She growls. "What I do care about is the fact that you've ruined a perfectly good tablecloth!"

She points at the table. Sure enough, the cloth is splattered with pancake remnants and syrup.

"My friend Rarity spent a lot of time making that for me." Pinkie continues. "And now you've ruined all her hard work!"

You raise an eyebrow at her.

"To be honest," you say, "it was kinda your fault that this happened. If you hadn't have sneaked up on me like that..."

Pinkie growls at you and reaches into her mane. She pulls something out and sets it down. You glance at it, wondering what on Equestria it could possibly be.

Four words on the side make it abundantly clear.

MARK FIVE PARTY CANNON.

It also happens to be the last thing you can remember seeing before everything went black.